Let me guess. Your temporary stay in your world happened at the whim of whatever brought us here?

[Because he certainly never wished to be sent to another world — even if his was in ruins. Especially not when he was trying to avoid having his past literally put on display for his "friends" back home. The mere thought of not knowing what happened after he was sent here is enough to worsen his mood.]

The point is, everyone here is a stranger to me. And there's intimacy involved in making chroma, right?

[He's inferring that from experience (some of which were not so quite pleasant). And perhaps he's sounding a little more exasperated than he'd like.]